Fantasy boxing (pt. 2)

Each time Billy participated in such 'harmless' scenarios, the situation had always found a way to flip on its head.

Firstly, it was the 'practice' session with Heather, his then-naive mom. Billy had masterfully crafted a plan to get himself knocked out by her and hence, happily indulge in his fetish.

And his scheme did get executed, but the results were not what he had expected.

Things became rather murky when Heather, after defeating Billy, had turned into an obnoxious milf. Gone was her sweet, motherly disposition, now replaced with an arrogance only matched by her riveting beauty.

The sudden surge of pride in his mother had made Billy's life a living hell. Heather wouldn't miss any chance to mock her 'champion' of a son, who had been lousily knocked out by her delicate fist.

Technically, Billy got his wish fulfilled but had cost him dearly.

The second scenario had happened just a while ago, where the mighty boxer had been rendered senseless by Sally, a meek cheerleader, who didn't even know what she had accomplished. Her weak blows had deleted several points from Billy's IQ.

And now Daisy...

The silver-haired vixen had left no stone unturned to figure out Billy's sexual fantasy. Which she ultimately did, albeit wrongly.

After catching both Sally and Billy inside a closet, and noticing her best friend sporting a boxing glove, she reached the only conclusion which made sense-

Billy had a boxing roleplay fetish.

Therefore, Daisy's mind was hell-bent on turning Billy's fetish into a reality. She was **** to one-up Sally.

"Ready for a knockout...champ?..."

Daisy was just being playful with her choice of words. It was meant to tease him a bit, to provoke him to begin their 'fantasy' match.

Except she didn't realize how her 'words' had adversely affected Billy.

Being knocked out by his mom and a ditzy cheerleader had made Billy paranoid beyond belief. Something as trivial as a boxing roleplay was making him think twice.

What if he gets knocked by Daisy? Although she wasn't wearing any gloves, fate had always found a way to humiliate him. Whether getting owned by his bimbo mommy, that too in a rematch, or accidentally getting his lights out by Sally, Billy had always received the short end of the stick.

Billy's mind was encumbered with a gazillion thoughts and hence wasn't paying heed to Daisy's voice, which made her visibly flustered.

"Damn Billy!...are you even listening?!..."

Her sudden shriek broke Billy's chain of thought, jostling him back to the present. He shuddered as he noticed Daisy panting with rage.

"...I need a pair of gloves...". Daisy crossed her arms as she blatantly put forth her demand.

Billy's face turned pale. Her ingenuous request felt nothing less than a knockout punch. History was repeating itself yet again.

Billy couldn't let this happen. This was supposed to be 'fun'. Though he was craving for her body, he couldn't give her even the slightest of chances to knock him out.

Daisy was one of the most influential girls in the community. If word got out that it was a dimwit cheerleader who broke Billy's streak, all would be over for him. He had to push this thought out of her mind.

"N...no...you don't n...need the gloves...", Billy blurted out, struggling to make an excuse.

"But why?", Daisy whined.

"...because...I want to 'feel' your hands..."

Billy stepped forward, newfound confidence surging inside him. It was now or never.

"...I want your hands caressing my muscles...touching my..."

Billy gripped his bulge, emphasizing his fat cock beneath his shorts.

Daisy cupped her hung-open mouth, blushing at what Billy meant.

"Oh...okay Billy...I...I didn't expect..."

Shushing her down with his fingertip, he brought his lips close to her neck and whispered.

"... let's begin, shall we?..."

Daisy had practically soiled her knickers by that point. Billy wished that she should wear no gloves as he couldn't get more of her 'touch'. Her faith in her 'tricks' had skyrocketed.

She was, now more than ever, driven to make this time the best of Billy's life. She smirked at his words as a sign of approval.

Billy brought his arms up, slowly yet effortlessly, in a boxing stance, as he had done a thousand times before. He had to actively concentrate to keep his hands loose to not hurt Daisy unknowingly, as this was all in jest.

Similarly, Daisy too brought her fists up, in what she felt to be the correct stance. However, after inspecting Billy, she readjusted her posture, like a child imitating her mother.

Billy chuckled at her innocence, wondering why he got worried, to begin with.

He came close to Daisy, towering over her thick figure. He flashed his eyebrow, directing her non-verbally to 'strike' first. Daisy too, inched forward, further reducing their gap.

Billy grinned, a smug look on his face. Both his and Daisy's eyes were locked onto each other, battling silently for dominance.

Suddenly, Billy noticed a small bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. It ran smoothly over her cheek and plopped down...

...only to land on her glistening cleavage.

Billy glanced down to follow the bead's trail, only to get hooked on her jugs. Daisy snickered as she caught him ogling her rack.

"you should know better than to get 'distracted'...mister champ..."

Before her words could settle in Billy's ape brain, Daisy had fired her fist towards him...

...or to be precise, his rather weak chin.

As soon as Daisy's knuckles connected his jaw, a wave of pain rippled through his head. The raw power her punch packed was enough to rattle his brain.

Billy couldn't endure the sharp pain in his chin and jerked away. A wave of darkness was slowly enveloping his eyes.

In an act of desperation, Billy flailed his arms to grab onto something to steady himself, as his legs were on the verge of giving in.

Daisy was too shocked to contemplate the scene unfolding in front of her. She even forgot to bring her fist down. What the hell was going on?

Billy, on the other hand, was trudging to the nearest bench on his wobbly legs. He was having trouble carrying his weight and eventually flopped down on his knees. He dropped his upper body on the seat of the bench, resulting in a metallic thump which reverberated through the locker room.

The loud echo shook Daisy from her daze. The thought that Billy might be 'acting' did cross her mind, after all, they were roleplaying, to begin with.

But this felt all too real...